Zhao Fan, seemingly unfazed by her presence, brushed aside her attempts to engage with a casual indifference.
With his gaze fixed ahead, he moved on, step by step, inch by inch.
The woman's eyes narrowed, and she let out a low growl. Suddenly, she transformed into a large, ferocious beast. She lunged at Zhao Fan, but he dodged it easily.
Grrrrrr!!
The beast let out a roar and attacked again, but Zhao Fan was able to avoid its blows without a sweat. After a few moments, the beast disappeared into the fog, leaving Zhao Fan alone once again.
The beast was wise capable of distinguishing dust from silver.
Zhao Fan continued to walk, trying to find a way out of the fog. But no matter which direction he went, the fog never seemed to end.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, but there was nothing there.
Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, but again, there was no one there.
Hssss~ Hsssss~
